I have a role in the heavens

The Dark Tyrant Ape's feet fell into the mist of time and space that separated the two layers. The gold chain armor stained with dirty colors turned into pieces of butterflies. There were many mutilations on his body, and his flesh and blood quickly squirmed and reborn. He was at an absolute disadvantage. Seeing that he could barely save himself without a few blows, it would be difficult to protect Meng Qi and Gu Xiaosang!

Wusheng Old Mother's white and slender palm stretched out again, still holding the disproportionately huge Heavenly Punishment Axe, and struck hard at the Dark Violent Ape, which was struggling to support itself. Her killing intent was awe-inspiring, as solid as a rock, and unshakable.

Another blow from the ax struck, and Sun Wukong roared angrily. He did not run away because he was at an absolute disadvantage. He waved his sword and faced the difficulties, just like he wanted to cause trouble in the palace in the past when there was no hope! The dark violent ape rose into the sky, covered with purple clouds, and rushed towards the white and beautiful palm. The seemingly huge figure actually showed signs of getting smaller and smaller.

"Eat my old grandson with a knife!"

The violent shouts echoed, thunder died and thunder was born, flowers bloomed and fell, purple thunder, and thousands of rays of light flooded the white and beautiful palms.

Boom! The sky above Jiuyou was blazing, and apart from that, there was no other color. Only the collision seemed to tear apart time, and it was dark and dark, like chaos.

White lotus petals and thunder fragments floated one after another, all covered with invisible flames. The universe inside came to an end not long after its birth, and everything seemed to be paused under their background.

Half of the red mountain range, the Twelve Demon Saints and the Emperor Zizi are moving this place to the depths of Jiuyou. Looking at the scene high in the sky from a distance, they feel like returning to the spiritual mountain of the past.

The bright moon is full, the plain cloud flag flies out, the Heavenly Punishment Ax is once again held by the white and slender palm, breaking through the layers of time and space, slashing down with a bang, the surrounding darkness appears, and tranquility sweeps across, as if calling all things to return and obtain the final of relief.

The dark violent ape laughed wildly, revealing three heads and six arms, and the Niwan Palace of each head opened, shooting out rays of pure light, forming a glass Buddha Kingdom, in the middle of which sat a green-black fallen Buddha, with a crystal clear body. The eyebrows are open and the eyes are unbreakable, illuminating illusions, the same thing. Eighteen arms and twenty-four poems appeared. Each of these arms holds a unique sword, as if each adopts a different way of thunder, with changes in yin and yang, the cycle of life and death, the ultimate yang and strength, and the power to punish. Then they cut out together and formed a torrent.

The more the torrent moved forward, the more it condensed. In the end, only a thin streak of purple lightning remained! Silently, Zidian fell into the mist all over the ground, and then was hit hard by the Tianchu axe.

The darkness collapsed and the tranquility was shattered. The Heavenly Punishment Ax and the Plain Cloud Realm Flag were pushed out of the Nine Nethers by the purple thunder and glow. The figure of the Monkey King hit the surface heavily, shattering a continent again. Only half of the blue-black fallen Buddha was left. , with three heads and six arms, one head and three arms were left, the flesh and blood squirmed, and it recovered rapidly.

In the real world, as soon as the half-formed illusory Dao Fruit of Emperor Zhenwu appeared, a simple and elegant purple jade ruler flew out of his Niwan Palace. As soon as the Yuanyang ruler came out, the Dao patterns on it stood out, and the figure became slightly transparent and illusory, as if it had fallen into the long river of time. Then it rolled up Emperor Zhenwu and took him upstream!

From the present to living in seclusion in a secret place, from living in seclusion in a secret place to leaving the origin of life and death, from the origin of life and death to sitting in it for many years, the past is constantly awakened and merged into one.

In that illusory river of time, Emperor Zhenwu was shrouded in the purple light of Yuanyang Chi, and he kept looking back to the time before he wanted to kill evil and beg for death.

But at this moment, the figure of Emperor Zhenwu suddenly swayed, as if being eroded by water waves. Looking back blankly, he saw that the half-formed illusory Dao Fruit at the current node was collapsing little by little. The waves surged up suddenly, submerging the figure of Emperor Zhenwu. The purple energy continued to expand and contract, but it was still unable to break out of the flow of time.

"The understanding is still a little lacking, just to seize this rare opportunity and rely on Yuanyang Ruler to make a breakthrough?"

"Do you really think it's so easy to reach the other side? Those who rely on external things will never be able to do so!"

Wusheng Old Mother looked back at the real world, with a trace of sarcasm on her face. This was one of the reasons why he did not stop Emperor Zhenwu from attaining enlightenment.

Zhenwu was born in an excellent family, with gifts from the Taoist Master, and he was always in no shortage of external things. He was higher than his peers, but he also developed the habit of relying on external things. How could the other side be so successful?

Throughout the ages, how many heavenly and ancient Buddhas have fallen here! When it comes to attaining the other side of enlightenment, the only one you can rely on is yourself!

Before he finished speaking, in the world of Journey to the West, the five dazzling colors of red, yellow, green, white and black overwhelmed the heavens, flew into the illusory river of time and space, turned into a lone boat, and landed at the feet of Emperor Zhenwu, carrying the Black Emperor. I went upstream, crossed the past years, and came to the end of the sea of ​​suffering.

"If you don't come out now, then when will you wait!"

It was like the sound of Taoism filling his ears, causing Emperor Zhenwu to wake up suddenly, jump out of the long river of time, transcend the sea of ​​suffering, and reach the other shore.

At this time, the clear and cold moon-like precious light was perfect, and white lotus blossoms floated out from it, all dyed with glass, dyed with the Mahayana Buddha's light that saves all sentient beings.

As soon as these white lotuses appeared, the bright moon rippled on its own, as if it was struck by some strange force and could not remain stable. Sun Wukong's feet suddenly went weak, and the hand holding the Jue Dao and the other hand pressed down on his head. He groaned in pain and shouted heartbreakingly.

"Master!"

Dark tears fell from the corners of his eyes, as if he was back in his journey to the West. The old mother Wusheng actually used the mysterious corpse that Sha Wujing had brought out from Lingshan in the past, the golden body of the Tantan Merit Buddha, one of the products of the Buddha's reduction and emptiness.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the white jade-like palm once again held the huge and mighty Tianchu Ax and slashed it down, and the Nine Nether Sky parted like the sea. The Jue Dao struggled to fly without anyone in charge, and the sky above the counterattack was dyed with boundless purple light, a gorgeous and desperate purple light. The bright moon waxed and waned, but Jue Dao was still repelled, and Gu Xiaosang and Meng Qi were no longer protected.

At this moment, a small flag flew out from the hands of Emperor Zhenwu. The golden lotus blossomed with billions of lights, forming an indestructible barrier, blocking the killing axe of the old mother Wu Sheng.

The Zhenwu Zaodiao Flag dragged the Heavenly Punishment Ax upward crazily, forcing it out of the Nine Netherworld at the end of its powerful crossbow, and shot down all the white lotuses stained with the light of the Mahayana Buddha.

The Dark Tyrant Ape finally recovered, grasped the sword again, and roared angrily, as if questioning God.

Everything became calm, and the fighting seemed to have finally stopped. The full moon hung outside the Nine Netherworld, shining with clear light. It seemed that the reality had been recognized. Emperor Zhenwu had attained enlightenment on the other side, and there was no need for Mother Wu to take action.

Just when every bystander thought that the matter was finally over, a luxuriously dressed divine messenger flew out of the bright moon that covered the sky.

A pure light appeared behind Him, with an old face, a serious expression, and majestic appearance, and he spoke to the divine messengers.

Gu Xiaosang was familiar with each of the twelve divine envoys. A faint light flashed in his eyes as he silently recited this name in his heart.

The Oracle's gaze was like a torch. He looked at Meng Qi, who had only a little bit of instinct left, and spoke solemnly.

"Sin Immortal Su Meng, I know you still have some instincts. I want to ask you, are you willing to give up your relatives and friends, and your foundation in the real world? If you don't want to watch them destroyed, then walk out of the Nine Nether yourself!"

"I believe Sun Wukong and the others will respect your choice!"

"Roar!"

Meng Qi, who only saw violence and chaos in his eyes, seemed to understand these two sentences. He was stunned for a moment, and then let out a shrill roar, which shocked Jiuyou, who was slowly recovering. The muscles all over his body were tangled, turning into arms, and he was about to rush Go up to the sky and tear the divine messenger into pieces.

At this moment, a beautiful and slender hand held his arm. Gu Xiaosang had a holy and quiet temperament, and comforted him with a little pity in his eyes.

"If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood. As long as you are alive, you will still have a chance to make a comeback!"

Relying on instinct, Meng Qi stopped all his actions. The messenger looked at him coldly, then suddenly looked back at Chang Le and said loudly.

"Gao Lan, hand over the Human Emperor Sword and abdicate yourself!"

In the palace, Gao Lan had already stood up, walking like a dragon and a tiger, looking majestic and heroic. At this moment, after hearing the condescending instructions from the messenger, his expression did not change.

Ever since he knew that the old mother Wusheng had returned early and that the Qing Emperor was inconvenient to take action, Gao Lan had already guessed that such a scene would occur. Regardless of whether Meng Qi could survive or not, the carving up of the Great Zhou Dynasty between the Buddhist Kingdom and Luo Jiao on earth would be a destined outcome. .

Looking at the full and glorious moon, looking at the messenger who pretended to be powerful, a picture flashed through Gao Lan's mind, including the humiliation when he was locked up in Changle, the forbearance behind the attainment of Dharma, the cruelty of calculating the world, and grasping the truth. After seizing the opportunity, the royal momentum and a series of actions were finally fixed at the beginning. On the right is the scene where the previous generation Xuannv suffered a backlash and was wiped out, with Yan Ran never coming back. On the left is the scene where Yan Ran is holding Yan Ran's body, fighting with tears in the heavy rain. Sweeping the memory of Changle.

Gao Lan sighed suddenly, and a smile appeared on his cold and indifferent face, so gentle and so heroic.

"After all, I am still a willful hero at heart!"

Gao Lan clearly knew that he should choose to endure at this time, choose to retreat, and choose to wait for another opportunity to come, but Gao Lan also knew that even if he handed over the Human Emperor Sword, Wusheng Old Mother might not let him go. There will be a glimmer of hope.

"Then let's be willful again!"

The lake in Gao Lan's heart fluctuated slightly, and he suddenly rose into the air. The mountains and rivers of the Great Zhou Dynasty appeared behind him. The sun, moon and stars in the sky were surrounded by countless golden lights. Every bit of him looked like a subject.

"Since we are brothers, let's share weal and woe!"

Gao Lan punched out and roared angrily. The Human Emperor Sword on his body had disappeared at some point! The earth shook, the territory shook, and all the people bowed down. The power of all living beings turned into a torrent, converging on Gao Lan's body. It was so vast that it was almost the color of pure gold.

"Don't you need the power of incense and aspiration? Then I'll let you suffer the backlash from sentient beings!"

Gao Lan walked towards the sky, his body expanded, leading the torrent towards the bright moon in the sky. His vision gradually blurred, as if he had returned to his youth, when he was most passionate and comfortable, so he uttered a curse word.

"Old mother without life, go ahead and eat shit!"

The bright moon seemed to suddenly grow bigger, and the clear light filled the world. Gao Lan's figure gradually blurred, and the torrent of sentient beings behind him turned into a black mist of resentment, trying to be contaminated by the precious light. The light swelled, then shrunk, all the black spots dissipated, Gao Lan's breath was cut off, the Human Emperor's Seal slowly fell, and was caught by the Luo Jiao divine envoy.

"Compared to the Human Emperor of the past, you are still far behind!"

The indifferent voice of Wusheng Old Mother came out vaguely.

Zheng! With a flash of pale golden light, the Human Emperor Sword appeared in Jiuyou and was inserted in front of Meng Qi, announcing Gao Lan's last wish.

"Third brother, come to the other side with my hope!"

At this moment, a clear voice resounded through the sky, with a heroic and domineering voice, and the sword light was bright, soaring into the sky, cutting into the eyes of the monster of heaven, and dark red blood spilled into the void, forcing the monster from the other side to retreat. , a shrill roar sounded, and the world was dyed red with blood, adding a bit of tragedy and loneliness.

"Well done! Mother Wusheng, it's not your turn to show off your power in this era!"

"Zheng!"

The sound of the sword shook the heavens, and the endless bright sword light, sharp and unstoppable, stirred up the illusory river of time, traced back Gao Lan's figure, and appeared in the world again, and a rough curse resounded through the sky.

"Old mother without life, go ahead and eat shit!"

Gao Lan immediately stopped and looked up to see the bright sword light moving the long river of time, rushing towards the bright moon, pushing it outside the real world, and even descended into Jiuyou's vacuum hometown. They were all uprooted and roared straight into the depths of chaos.

Vacuum Hometown and Wusheng Old Mother, who had just returned, were once again expelled from the real world and returned to chaos. If they want to come again in advance, it depends on whether other ancients on the other side will agree. After all, compared to Lu Chunyang, Wu Sheng is quiet and inactive. The birth mother wants to occupy the real world and enjoy the incense of all living beings. For other ancient beings, this is not what they want to see.

At this time, the messenger was a little restless. Looking at the Human Emperor Gao Lan with a bad expression on the opposite side, he quietly took two steps back, but Gao Lan's Qi kept locking him tightly. Now Wusheng Old Mother was Lu Chunyang slashed back Chaos with one sword, uprooting even his hometown of Vacuum, leaving him alone, worried in his heart, mouth moving, and trying to explain a few words.

"go to hell!"

Gao Lan had already broken up with his old mother Wu Sheng, so naturally he no longer cared about the identity of the oracle. With a slight move of his right hand, the Tiantian Terrace shone with divine brilliance, and the phantoms of the gods and gods appeared, standing in the void, and bowed down. .

After all, Gao Lan is a legendary power and the emperor of the world. Even though he has not yet ascended to the throne of creation, he is still no weaker than ordinary people with great supernatural powers. He acts on behalf of heaven and gathers the power of all living beings without giving any chance to the messengers. It was submerged in an instant, the energy dissipated, and the body died.

The fireworks will fade and the music will stop, leaving behind everything that is desolate and dead. The first level of Jiuyou will never be restored to its original state, but the real world is different. It has not been affected by this war and is still thriving and full of vitality. , but everyone understands that the doomsday is approaching, and the other side is the key factor that can determine the ups and downs. Neither other legendary powers nor those with great supernatural powers can influence the current situation.

In the Xijian Pavilion, the small courtyard is quiet, with lotus flowers in full bloom and koi carp swimming. Everything is so harmonious. Lu Chunyang sits in front of the stone table and spreads his palms. In his palms are four divine swords with astonishing evil power. The Four Swords of Zhuxian and Guangchengzi attacked Vacuum's hometown and fell into the hands of Wu Sheng's old mother. These four swords fell into Vacuum's hometown and were taken back by Lu Chunyang.

Su Wuming's expression was gloomy, as cold as frost, and his eyes were like the moon, undulating slightly. Facing Lingbao Tianzun's treasure, even though he was as silent as he was, he couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart, making it difficult to remain calm.

"I took back the Four Swords of Zhuxian for you. As for the Zhuxian Formation, it is still in the hands of the magician Han Guang, so you have to rely on yourself!"

Having said that, Lu Chunyang gave the four divine swords to Su Wuming, and no one showed any reluctance in his eyes. For him, the peerless divine swords could no longer have much effect on him. He could now attain the Tao Fruit at any time. To transcend the world, it is just because there are still things that have not been completed, so it has not been enlightened.

Su Wuming's cold face flashed with a trace of unruliness, his sword eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes were filled with coldness, and he said decisively.

"I am a spiritual treasure. If I can't even take back the Immortal Killing Formation, how can I take charge of Biyou Palace and achieve success on the other side!"

Han Guang was also one of the candidates for Lingbao Tianzun at the beginning, so he was interested in obtaining the Zhuxian Formation. However, he chose the path of the Emperor of Heaven after all. He wanted to be the lord of heaven and earth and control the heaven, so he was gradually attracted by Lingbao Tianzun. Giving up cannot be the product of its deeds and emptiness, and it can bear the causal imprint of Lingbao Tianzun.

"This is the junior brother I know!"

Lu Chunyang looked at Su Wuming who was still sharp and felt very happy. The early return of the Wusheng Mother this time had hit all the great supernatural power users in the realm of creation. Their spirits were drained, their fighting spirit was weak, and they lacked the courage to dare to be the first in the world. Su Wuming was not affected by it. His sword was flawless and he could hope for the other side.

Lu Chunyang turned his eyes again, looking at Jiang Zhiwei who was silent on the side. The goose-yellow figure had bright starry eyes, full of affection, affectionate but not tired, exuding the aura of the Supreme Being, detached and simple. When Lu Chunyang saw this, he sighed in his heart and smiled. said.

"Zhiwei, you don't need to compete with others. The Daode Tianzun is still sitting in the Tusita Palace and in charge of the Tai Chi Diagram. As long as you land on the other side, you can naturally inherit the cause and effect and imprint of the Daode Celestial Clan and become the foundation and oldest of the world. , waiting for the next era to begin!"

There was a light smile on Jiang Zhiwei's face, bright, bright, and generous. She nodded slightly and didn't give any answer. She just listened quietly.

Time flies, and time makes people grow old. It has been a hundred years since the last time the birthless old mother came. The real world that has always been calm has finally ushered in waves, which gradually become higher and higher, and will eventually converge into a huge wave, drowning everything.

In the secret realm of the Nine Heavens, one wears a green shirt and steps into it, with a shining divine sword slung around his waist. There are two original Taoist patterns on it with the famous Chinese characters: Qing Ping!

Su Wuming's sword-shaped eyebrows shot into the sky, thrust into his temples at an angle, his expression was flying, his eyes were as bright as cold stars, his handsome face was covered with frost, cold and refined, his steps were calm and full of confidence, his eyes looked into the depths of the void, and he slowly spoke. .

"Han Guang, please hand over the Immortal Killing Formation Diagram!"

The magician Han Guang is sitting on the throne of the Emperor of Heaven. His expression is majestic, elegant and wild, his eyes are shining, revealing a wise and calm look. He is not angry at Su Wuming's straightforwardness. Thousands of thoughts are surging, constantly weighing the pros and cons, and his mind is distracted. Let go, and carefully feel Su Wuming's aura, which is perfect, exuding the aura of crossing the sea of ​​suffering. The sound of surging water waves is faintly heard in the nameless void. Han Guang's expression slightly changes, and he understands why the other party is in front of him at this time. Come and take back the Zhuxian Formation Diagram.

"I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Su has reached this stage. He is worthy of being the supreme genius who dominates the world, and is no weaker than Emperor Yuan Meng Qi!"